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The Black Cat Costume for n Ball.

TFroWl an Frchdn1r.l
When last season a young d6butante appeared at
q fashionable dance In a dress trimmed with a flight
Of stuffed canaries, and another lady fitted about
with parrots heads glazing at the beholder from all
parts Of her gorgeous costame. 1t was thought that
the fashion could not go much further In It's use of
the dumb creation. The summit, however, was
not yet reached, as a Paris letter says that a favor
lite dress At fancy dress balls this winter will M
dohbtedly be the black cat cosiuine-a low-necked
satin, cut In one, IN the princesse style. The latter
Ii looped over a short underskirt In black velvet,
and Ii bordered with a row Of little figures OF Ma
poleon cut out OF black velvet. on the left side Of
the corsage Is placed a large stuffed black cat, the
tail cuTving over the wearer's shoulder, while the
Outstretched %forelegs of the animal cl9 " mp one
side OF the overskIrt. Long black gloves reach
ing above the elbow, gold-yellow silk stockings
and black satin slippers complete the toilet.
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SAVED by A LOOK OF HORROR.

An Elderly GentIeman's Pocket Protected
From n Thief by n Brooklyn Girl's Eyes.
How to discomfort a thief without creating
a disturbance was shown on a surface car the
other day by a young lady we'll known in
Brooklyn society. The car was filed, when
a. f~ashionably dressed woman of perhaps
twenty-iv winters entered and with profuse
tina nks accepted a seat offered her by an
elderly, ll-to-do-looking man who, upon
gaining his feet, settled his hat more firmly
upon his head and resumed the reading of his
newspaper.
Seated next the woman of good clothes was
the Brooklyn girl. The car moved on, and
the Brooklyn girls eyes were directed indif-
the passengers. But suddenly her gaze be-
came fixed and surprise, wonder and anxiety
each in turn took possession of her counte
nance; for, reaching into the pocket of the
elderly man who had given up his seat, was
the hand of the woman who but q moment
before had accepted the courtesy.
What TO do, for a moment the young lady
did not know. If she cried Stop thief ~ or
-" Your pocket is being picked !" there would
be n horrid row." and she would become
the hand was only repaying its owner for her
thanks"
Such thoughts flashed through the young
lady's mind while that hand was gently feel
mans pocket. She could bear the suspense
no longer. Suddenly leaning forward until
her face was directly in front OF the chiefs,
she looked directly into the woman's eyes,
and then, turning her head slightly. gazed in
a horror-stricken manner at the pocket which
contained the hand.
That settled it. TIL woman drew a quick
breath, snatched her hand from the POCKET,
pulled the bell.fope and made her exit.
The Brooklyn girl sighed too, but it was a
sigh of relief, as she settled back against the
cushions and wondered at her own astound-
ing courage.
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Just Dropped Into Town.


Asley Pond, Of Detroit, Is at the Windsor.
Assemblyman j. w. Stanley, OF Rochester, Ia
registered at the Morton House.
Capt. Edward Carter, U. 8. A., and j. Fl. SoulS
are registered at the Grand Hotel.
C.. w. Brega, a prominent commission merchant
Of Chicago, Is staying at the Murray Hill Hotel
Ex-Mayor Scoville, Of Buffalo, and X. Gallup,
General MANAGER Of the Lake Shore Railroad, have
taken rooms at the Windsor.
The Bell Telephone Company is represented at
storrow, the oompany's counsel.
Gen. W. D. Washburn, of Minneapolis, and
John X. Cowen, Chief Counsel for the Baltimore
and Ohio Railroad, are guests at the Victoria.
T. G. rockingham and T.. Jefferson Coolidge, of
Boston, and Murray Rush, of Philadelphia, are
among the recent arrivals at the Hotel B~runswick.
At the New York Hotel James McShane, NJ. p,
Montreal; Civil Service Commissioner Henry A.
Richmond, of Buffalo; M. c. Burke, State Auditor
Of Alabama.
Ex-Gov. Frederick Smyth, of New Hampshire,
is at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, accompanied by his
wife. Congressman W. l.. Scott, Of pennsylvania,
Ii al the same house
George II. Tilden, OF New Lebanon, who ia con-
testing the Will OF his uncle, the late Samuel j.
Tilden, ia at the st. James Hotel. The contest will
come up In court In a few days.
Among other guests at the 81. James Hotel are
Col. Thos. Potter, of Philadelphia; Major II. 4.
Whitaker, OF Covington, Ky. George H.. Taylor,
of Chicago, and James Sloan, jr., OF Baltimore.
To one and all We say use ApAMsoS's BOTANIC COUGH
BALsAM, Best druggists. -
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safes were always within his reach: and
sometimes he vas left alone TO receive large
payments, and to lock them up. There had
been n time when rumors OF n meditated rob.
berry bad reached the firm, and he had car
ried loaded pistols i'll his bosom. night and
day.
II was at that time, twelve months ago,
that he had first met with the woman who
had written the note which now lay within
his pocket. A beautiful wonan he thought
her; and strange il seemed TO him at first
that she should follow him with her eyes, and
seem to watch for him III the most untro.
quented places. Al last n perfumed note
came, and he read that she had invited him,
II WAS a daring dcClarHtion-all the more
astonishing because the writer protessed her
self to be a wealthy woman and a wife. II
would have disguised many men, but Harry
Powell liked queer " adventures, and had "A
penchant for daring women. So lac met her,
and in n little while Rose was only second in
his heart, while this mysterious woman
haunted his dreams by day and night. Thus
far he had been unfuithful to his wife only
in thought. But the siren who had be-
witchcd him was to meet HIM IN his Office NJ
midnight!
There had been amomont when Rose wept
upon his hosonl, and he Thought of all her
purity and truth. in which Harry Powell had
resolved to break his appointment, and for.
get his unholv love for ever. But the mood
passed on and. with the return of his old
self, came q remembrance of those black eyes
ana req hls' Nlos' ''Hutr SldlVCh anu boiui
professions of affection. Good, beautiful
Rose grew tame III comparison; and, when
the time. piece told the hour of II, he started
to his feet.
Go to bed, Rose" he said. II have n bus
mess appointment tonight that / had nearly
forgotten. l will be back as soon as 1 n
"A business appointment at this hour"
thought Rose in surprise.
But he was gone before she could put her
thoughts into words and, still full Of her
happiness, she went upstairs TO
her own white curtained chamber. Harry
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THE HUSBANDS LESSON.
81 wonder why he stays SO late ?"

II wonder why he stays so late ?"
The woman who uttered these words had
repeated them a hundred times since the
bright autumn sunset in which she first sat
down beside the window to watch and listen
for her husbands coming and it was quite
dark now, and still she pressed her soft
cheek to the easement, and peered into the
shadows with her clear, blue eyes.
She was very beautiful and very young.
But for the wedding ring upon her hand you
would nave called her a girl, and have be-
lieved her to be waiting for a lovers and not
a husbands coming. Yet she had been mar
ried three long years, and he, to whom she
had given all her heart when she stood beside
him at the altar, already neglected her, and
left her to watch evening after evening night
after night, for the tardy footstep which, in
the old days of courtship, had been the very
echo of her own.
Something akin to regret was in her heart
tonight, as she remembered, as only a neg
leoted wife can, the love and tenderness of
those past hours. How he used to gaze into
her eyes, and sing to her. and bring her
flowers, and books, and music!
Why had he changed? Was ii her fault ?
The tears would come to the blue eyes now,
and she was wiping Thorn away, when the
light of a lamp fell upon the ceiling through
the half-open door, and in another moment u
tall, broad shouldered woman, a servant,
evidently, entered the room.
In the dark again" she muttered, " and
crying, too. It's a s~hame-that's whas it is
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cent for me. If I do "ot seem to feel il rs !
should it is my W II md not your fault.
Blame me, If you like ont ~neyer-neyer re.
proach yourself. Oh, my white rose! My
spotless blossom! Why am / not worthier of
you ?"
Then he kissed her-kissed her on her eyes,
and lips and forehead. And at that very mo
mem there reposed at the bottom of Harry
PowelPs pocket Il note, written in a womau's
hand, containing only these words " can
night" and signed, Amanda"
Harry Powell was a hot-headed. impulsive
fellow, and had been. from a boy, an ardent
admirer Of dashing, brilliant women. When
he found himself III love with the mild, fair
gentle Rose Forest, he wondered how any
thing SO quiet could have won it. Still
he was in love, and deeply. Being what he
was. he would have married her if all the
world had opposed their union. As it was,
there were no obstacles in his way, for her
heart was his; and the rivals who frowned
upon him, and the maiden aunts who shook
their heads, and called HIM a very wild young
man, were disregGrded. And so he took her
from the old homestead, where she had been
so tenderly cared for, to his own home, to be
its lifelong mistress. Al first lie had only
been n little thoughtless NJ times, and had
dried every tear she shed with kisses. For
though champagne and cigars, and Tom,
Dick and Harry, had their old cIaTns for
him, he valued her above them all, and SHE
knew il we'll.
Only a year before, the spell which had of
late kept him from her side, had begun 10
distil its deadly poison, and chain him, body
and soul. He was the confidential clerk of
Q wealthy establishment, and, as such, had at
times heavy responsibilities upon his
shoulders. Important papers and great sums
of money were often his care, and he was
trusted as few men are by their employers.
They were right in r~eposing their confidence
in him thus implicitly for, wild though he
was, there WAS not one atom OF the swindler
in his composition. The keys of the great
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crouched down upon a bale of goods, with
her veil upon her face. and her hand within
I've are alone. now" said Harry in q
gallant tone. Let me see your face, my
angel! You cannot imagine how / long to
meet those eyes !"
Something, which might have been either
a sob or a laugh. came from beneath the
woman's veil; she whispered again, Are
those shutters closed?. See, will your"
Harry turned to look at them. 1t was but
a moment; but, in that brief space Of time,
he felt a heavy hand upon his throat, and
saw q cloak and bonnet lying on the hoor. A
stalwart %ruffian, with a pistol in his hand,
stood over him, and he saw, in a moment.
that he had beer duped.
AHA -" muttered the course voice OF the
man." aha! You wanted kisses and en-
braces, did you9 My Liza has played her
part brayely You've opened the door for as,
and shall open the safe, and shall never live
to tell of it, eitherl So You thought Liza
was in love with you, and was q rich lady,
There was a desperate struggle now, but
Harry was unarmed and in a little while he
law PROSTATE on the floor with the ~ruffian's
pistol at his breast. 1t was all over. He
gave one bitter thought of his own ~foly-one
remorseful one TO Rose-and closed his ayes
amazement, to see the robber senseless on
the floor and his own wife-his fair, slender
Rose-standinR over him with a billet Of
wood in her hand. She had saved him.
And in his penitence and shame he fell at
her feet, as one might fall before q sacred
He never forgot it. He never betrayed. the
sweet forgiveness she accorded to him in his
humiliation; and though they are old people
now, with grandchildren about them, she
she still watches for him In the twilight ana
never watches long.
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a burning shame! Such a pretty young crit
ter, and he used to make an idol of her +"
And then. setting down the lamp, she added,
aloud, Come, ma'am, come TO dinner. You
know rs we'll as / do that Mr.. Powell won't
be here for hours and hours, and it's wrong
of you to iniure your health in this way. Do
come down"
The young wife arose. in obedience to the
summons of the old ~servant-for Hepsiba had
been her nurse when she was q little child,
and was a privileged person, and not without
some influence: and followed her conductrcss
to the dining-room, where the snowy cloth
was spread with every tempting dellcacy of
the season, and where everything, from the
oval mirror between the windows to the
ample coal -scuttle standing near the fire,
glittered like polished silver.
- 1t is not because his home is cheerless, "
she said, again; and the thought gave her a
little comfort.
She sat down, and as she ate, she listened
to every sound in the street without. The
wind was rising, and every now, and then
some area gate. or unfastened shutter, was
flung to with q violent clang. But through
all she soon heard n light, quick step upon
the pavement.
All, nurse, you were wrong" she said
with a bright smile. Here he is"
Nurse shook her head and choked down
the words, 1.-The first time in three months
which she felt compelled to utter.
b The door opened and a handsome, well;
: built man, with soft, brown whiskers, and
hair that had a golden CLEAN upon its dark
ness when it caught the light, came into the
dining-room. :,
I'm so sorry l did not wait for you.'
Harry" began his wife. But nothing is
cold yet, l hope, and -
"Oh, it's all right. I'm glad you didn't
wait" said the husband, in q careless, Of.
handed manner, which was peculiarly, his
own, and which had a singular charm about
il. "Go on with your dinner, Rose. III
help myself"
! Aud SO he did, eating with q hearty appe-
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tite, and talking, all the while, more merrily
than he had done for Il long time.
1t was like old times, Rose thought, and
her eyes sparkled, and her cheeks caught II
soft glow in the freight, rs she caught her
husband looking at her tenderly and admir-
inglX;
"Oh, l am sure of it! Dear Harry he
loves me still"
And SO, when they were in the parlor,
alone together, she put her hand upon his
arm, rs he stood before the fire, and said TO
him, softly, " Harry, you'll not be angry
with me if l say something to you-some-
thing which was in my heart as l sat waiting
for you by that window an hour ago ?"
Angry with you, Rose !" he answered.
"Oh, mo-"
And he passed his arm about her waist, and
drew her closely to him.
II thought" she went on, II thought,
Harry, while / sat there, of our old lovers
together. when neither for a moment were
weary of each other; and then-fOr | was
lonely, and n little tired-l thought you did
not care to be with me as you did then, and
that you had grown tired of me, and i made
up my mind to ask you if it was so, and, If
il were, why? Oh, Harry! II there are any
faults or failings i'll me that turn YOU heart
from me, tell me of them, that | may mend
them, and win il back again. If / uncon-
~sciously do aught to anger gov, let me know
it, and | will be all you wish from that very
moment: only, Harry, do not let me feel your
heart estranged. Now. when l need your
love SO much, love me Harry, love me as you
did when / was a girl"
And the tears would be restrained no lon
ger, but poured themselves ont upon his
bosom, for he held her closely there. and
spoke in o passionate, remorseful way that
almost frightened her. Part Of what he said
was so cold that she could not comprehend
it. But while she lived she always remem-
bered these words;
"You are only too good and pure and inno-
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had been up before her, and had changed
his dress. leaving his every day garments
lying untidily about. As she picked them
up n paper tiuttered from his vest-pocket-a
folded paper, perfumed with musk. She
opened i with n strange sinking of the heart,
and read her wicked rivals note.
She did not scream or tear her hair, as
many would have done; but, with a low
moan; she sat down upon the carpet, rocking
herself TO and fro. So this was the reason
of his neglected his remorseful self re-
proach to-night! A worthless woman. who
could make such an appointment-a creature
below contempt or hate! She, true and pure
as she was. was sighted for SO foul a thing,
II will confront them" she muttered.
" ! will see him once more, and never again
in all my life. | will show him how the
crushed worm can turn. l will DO a misera-
Bile dupe no longer :"
And with these words, uttered in a harsh
voice, which did not seem her own and with
q face so changed that no one would have
recognised il, she lonned her hood and
cloak, and stole into the darkness of the
night.
On she vent towards the city, a slender
figure bending beneath its weight of woe.
$Ic hccGCd nothing, and glided on until she
stood opposite the window of her husbands
Office, and saw the CLEAN of lamp.light
through All aperture in the closed shutters.
Hlon Rose uttered one silent prayer for
strength, tried the door, found it open, and
passed in.
In the meanwhile, Harry Powell has
reached the rendezvous early, and had waited
some moments before the figure of a cloaked
and hooded woman came up the silent street,
and stood beside him she was yelled, SO
that he could not see her features, but he
knew that she was fearful of discovery, n
did not wonder that it should be so.
Il have been anNiously awaiting YOU" he
whispered and she answered, in q still lower
tone, Z" ! have been watched! Make haste in
I am frightened !"
And Harry led the way in, and lit the gas.
Tho woman seemed frightened still, for she
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anm,a tarhpnnn.

lyon n. Nsto Orleans Ptoavvne.1
Once during q Jury trial Judge R. looked M
suddenly and said to the sheriff:
~ r D., there are thirteen men on that
jury"
Mr.. D, after counting with his finger, COR
roborated the Juuge. The clerk was ordered TO
call, the jury. lie did so, and there were bat
5 nsrS responses, linen ,h gmags, snerm and
that the Jurors stood up In answer to their names.
Presently two individuals arose together--one
white, the other n negro. The former had his
summons as a juror; the latter had been snb-
pRnaed as n witness.
" Come here, - said the Judge, tsand show me
your subpoena"
sam advanced close up to His Honor and stuck
out his tongue for Inspection AZ soon an tho
laugh subsidized the Judge said kindly:
sam, you need calomei and Of course can't
stay on the jury"
sam was nonplused at another explosion from
the audience.
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country, and took thither his lovely wife and
seven fair children. In the warm summer
afternoons when the shadows were lengthen-
ing on the lawn, he would dash up the Kings
road, and rein in his smoky horse at the
modest porch where his wife would stand to
greet him with a kiss, after the hot strife and
turmoil of the distant town.
Two years later the gentleman rode forth
one morning very early. Later in the day
he was brought nome and laid upon his bed
with an ugly wound in his body. The next
day as the sun was pouring its fullest rays
upon the broad sward and the tender
green of the newly set box, amid the binding
tears of his wife and children he set out on
q journey further than to the town below, to
o bourne from whence he has never re-
turned.
He lies now beneath q ton or two of weather.
beaten marble in old Trinity. A massive
square monument, with pillars at each cor
ner, surmounted by funeral urns and with a
pyramidal apex, is the memorial which affec-
ton and respect have reared to Alexander
Hamilton.
Yes! the old o~live-green house with it's by
gone associations, that stands half mourn
the statesman's. Here he came in his forty
sixth year, in the full prime of his magniti-
cent powers, a citizen in the strongest sense
of the word. He doubtless promised himself
many years of peaceful enjoyment in his
new house, with no nearer n~eighbor than
Nine. Jumel, three-quarters of a mile higher
up on the Kings road.
But 1t was a dream. July IL, 1904, honor
drew him forth to face the pistol of IN adj
'yersary, and in the woody glade ut Weehaw-
ken Aaron Burr's bullet brought him low.
The old house is a two-storied structure
with a basement. It is square, built very
plainly with deal boards, and is painted a
sort of ~olive-green. On the east and west
sides are verandas for the first story. At
. the rear, a long flight of stairs runs down
sidewise from the back door. The main en-
trance has the old fashioned porch. Doubt
less Hamilton used to sit there on summer
evenings with his wife, the daughter of Gen.
Philip Schuyler, and look at the clump of
thirteen gumitrees which he had planted in
honor of the original thirteen States.
The trees stand there still-a little to the
southeast of the house, at the left of the
front porch. They are just thirteen. and are
surrounded by a wooden fence, . painted
brown.
Turn the large knob of the front door and
you find yourself in a small hall. At your
right is the library where Hamilton used to sit
and ponder over legal tones and study con-
stitutional points. Next to it, also on the
right, is the dining-room. 1t is a quaint. low
studded room, octagonal in shape, and on the
east side is a bay window. In the doors at the
west and north are set panels of mirror glass,
eighteen of them in each door. This is the
only notable decorative feature of the room.
The woodwork and the white marble mantel,
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nd fireplace are simplicity itself. The
chandelier is evidently O late addition To- 10
the room.
At the left are the parlor and reception
rooms, and in the rear are two other rooms.
one OF which was possibly a pantry.
The second story contains five bedrooms.
lheN are plain. square rooms. commanding
n pleasant outlook, as the house was built on,
a slightly rising ground.
AT One Hundred and Forty-ifth street and
Tenth avenue a large wooden sign reads
Hamilton Grange extends from st. Nicho-
las Avenue to Tenth Avenue and from One
Hundred and Forty-frst Street to One Hun.
dred and Forty-tifth Street. Lots for sale in
plots to suit"
The house stands near st. Nicholas avenue
on One Hundred and Forty second street.
IL is owned by Mr.. Cutting, the Wall
street broker, who bought it of Mr.. De
Forest Smith. II is rented to the family of
NJ. j. Foley. Mr.. Cutting intends to move
the house, as the street cuts In 30 as TO injure
the foundations.
Hamilton called it The Grange after
the family estate in Scotland. When he was
laying the property out he wrote to Pinckney
and got some melon leeds for his garden and
some paroquets for his daughter.
- garden is a very unusual refuge for q
disappointed politician. " he wrote. He was
My forty eight when Burr's bullet put an
end to his interest in melons and paroouets,
and his daughter lost her mind over her
fathers hapless taking off
The simple old house, with its shutters to
the lower windows. claims respect in virtue
of its former occupant. The lawn is studded
with trees. One old fir stands close to it like
o sentinel.
The Jumel house, at One Hundred and
Sixtieth street; the Peyster mansion, NJ One
Hundred and Thirteenth street the Apthorp
house, at Ninety second street. and this old
Hamilton Grange house, at One Hundred and
F.orty-second street, should remain as long as
time suffers them 70 stand", is a sentiment
often expressed. Their age and historical as
soclations may surely secure them this.
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It 10 10 the form Of a large wooden box, divided
into two compartments; one Ia filled with warm
water and the other contains q basket filled with
wadding. into which the infant Ia deposited. The
lid Ia supplied with q glass pane TO enable the
movements Of tho little inmates TO be watched.
The machine Ia under the constant surveillance Of
a nurse, who reports to the medical director the
various phases OF Incubation. DR.. Pinard, OF the
Laribolsiere Hospital, and DIR. Tnrnier, OF the
Maternite. have several OF these machines work.